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letra de as a youngsta - t-rock

[intro]
welcome to the burning book nigga
just some more of that mr washington story shit
a lawless rebel
ya’ll know what time it is when you hear this real shit (young david himself)
its like a lyrical novel for you motherf-ckers (t-rock)
this shit here is based on a motherf-ckin’ true story nigga
i’ll tell you what my life like
real talk nigga

[verse 1]
in ’81 i was ejected from the uterus
with destiny to move a brick
until it made me super rich
who would’ve knew a pimp would give me all my tutelage
and everyone would know of me from college p to ?
before it all i was reside on wells tribe
on the west side where the tecs fly niggas hide
a crazy nigga you can see it in my ’80s pictures
f-cking since 11 putting’ d-ck up in the babysitter
i adapted and got invested with crime subjected to grind
f-ck it i’m ahead of my time
in ’89 i was just a baby and blind
born to shine even though the shit would take me some time
by ’99 i was packing down munitions ? quick on the throttle bust your head and leave your d-ck in the dirt
a pimp nature? 10th grade i were a gift and a curse i gave a f-ck about a nigga dropped some shit and emerged

[chorus]
even as a youngsta
causing ruckus on the back of the bus
i was a fool all through high school giving a f-ck
i was a fool all through high school giving a f-ck
i was a fool all through high school
nigga even as a youngsta
x2

[verse 2]
when i was young i had no clue where my future stands
just another statistic many die and few advance
you grew up idolizing spider-man and superman
i grew up idolizing robbers and the buddha man
see i where i’m from if you was pimping hoes then you the man
the good the bad the ugly always be that’s who i am
i had no father figure still i’m above average
my preacher was just a pusher my teachers a drug addict
with this upbringing i’m proud to be a thug savage
i rose above the junk and like to stand above maggots
niggas large portraying judas when they come to see ya
b-tches rob so actually i never trust ’em neither
all i trust is the mothers pray that the lord to keep her
nigga from dying the barrel of the millimeter
so f-ck you copper thugs ain’t no way out but love
pop a slug i’m twice a nigga that my father was

[chorus]

- t rock

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